Monday, 27 July 2015

So cruel and ruthless,So ugly and toothless!Such Ice-cold betrayers,Such chronic naysayers!Band of pesky thievesAnd withered old leaves!
Chaos ocean-wide!Demons side by side!A sailing black cystPushes through the mistSuch anger and strife,Threatens all sea-life!
A curse compels themTo shoot, thrash and ramEvery ship on sight!Every passing night,The waters run redWith all the crews dead!
Souls forever snared!Never really cared!With each raid fulfilledTheir decay is healedLife-force of those slain,Used to mend their pain!
Sickness of the sea!Spreading wild and free!Death lies in its wake,The whole world’s at stake!None can slow its course,None can stop this force!Sea-lurking Terror by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Thursday, 2 July 2015

The burden’s growing heavier with each secondBeen keeping my head up, and never beckonedOn through the night, dragging this weight aloneThese winds are strong, they freeze me to the boneConstantly afraid of what may be lurkingNo matter the cost, I have to keep lookingIn the unknown, I place my only hopeFeels like waiting for the snap of a rope“To start anew”, they said with smiley faces“Go in peace! Travel to find different places.This land is dying and so are we all.Go now! But remember, you must stand tall!”So far, I haven’t found a place to settleMany days went on in this constant battleGot no map or compass to guide my wayAs I advance, deeper into the frayWater and hail, fall heavily on my pathFor far too long, I faced the storm god's wrathFor how much longer will I have to roam?Must it be this hard, to find a new home?Maybe I’ll just stop, sit right here and waitCalm my body, spirit and fast heart-ratePerhaps someone might pass around these partsProvide some help, so that my journey startsJourney Short on Hope by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Saturday, 27 June 2015

In vain, the priest attempts to exorciseHe struggles hard to cease the demon’s riseHis prayers prove to be of no availShe's almost sure they will completely failContorting limbs, in pain and immense fearFrom one of those alluring eyes, a tearCannot control the one inside no moreWithout a pause she screams, so sick and soreThe wretched spawn is crawling right withinHer aching throbbing belly weak and thinSome spikes are seen already tearing fleshShe feels each one just like a dagger's slashWith blisters-covered skin, expelling pusThere is no true escape from all this fussEntirely drenched in sweat, in piss and tearsAtrophied head rotates, her judgement nearsAmidst the blackened blood, now flowing outApplying strength, ignoring cry or shoutExuding putrid smells, an horror-bornKeeps screeching out as if destroyer’s horn

Tuesday, 16 June 2015

There he falls to his kneesStung by a thousand beesClose to his dying wifeSlowly draining of life“No! This cannot take place!Right here in my embrace,My beloved soon dead!Oh Lord, take me instead!”“Cease all the liquid flowAnd shine thy holy glowGently upon her spiritShe’s almost at her limit!”From out of smoke and fireAppears a spectre liarTo bring a twisted dealThat only blood may seal“But what explains thy presence!?To carry out her sentence!?Wert thou sent by my lord!?I’ll strike thee with my sword!”His blade is raised but stilledThe eyelids as if peeledLimbs paralyzed in terror‘Twas that an awful error!?‘Tis the odd spectre’s holdOn his form now so coldApproaching the young girlHis words, start to unfurl:“Of her I shall take careIf only wouldst thou dareTo grant to my possesionAssets, for my collection”“For riddles I care not!Of those I’ve heard a lot!What could someone like theeDo now, to set her free!?”Raising arms high aboveIt starts to cure his loveMaking it seem so trueBut stopping half-way through“Thou art a seraph, right?Please, bless her with thy light!Please, what desirest thee?Take anything from me!”“To make her again wholeRequires thy own soulIt will suffice to mendThe wounds of a dear friend”“Well, If it must be soAs I won’t let her goMy essence may fill hersSeems like that she concurs”Their fate was swiftly sealedTurns out she was not healedBoth meant for hell’s inclusion‘Twas all just an illusion

Tuesday, 27 January 2015

Traversing fields of ice and barren landsAccursed woods so dark and torrid sandsReturned have I, with nothing on my handsTo nothing more than simply make amendsI kept on following the brightest starUp there it shined undimmed like a cigarAcross those mountains I have ventured farThe struggle, with my strength was not on parI've faced the cold, I've been through hell and backI've been so close to have an heart attackThese wounds around my arms, my legs, and neckHave dripped along, they left this bloody trackTendeth thee my ailing ills?I have all lost my way and willYet in me lies a passion stillSome fast heart thumps that I can feelPerhaps desire or the thrillTo happiness in me fulfill